ascended the cathederal trail. alot of nice scrambling! with many different levels of scrambling all throughout the trail. at the summit there were several through hikers celebrating thier accomplishment. it made me feel small! descended saddle and saw a HUGE mother moose with baby in the chimney pond trail. next time, the knife edge!!!

Took Chimney Pond Trail to Saddle Trail to the top where a good sized crowd was just beginning to form. The weather was very changeable- but looked like it might clear- which it did, but only after I had left. I then went over to Hamlin Peak, whose summit I had all to myself. Went down the Ridge trail.

This climb was the best highpoint experience I've had yet. This isn't just a nice hike; it is a climb, my first ever. Fab! We were continually lucky with this highpoint. First of all, we just drove up to Baxter Park on a Saturday night and somehow got a campsite without a reservation. Then on the climb, the clouds/fog was so thick, that we did not know what we were really doing above treeline. We couldn't see the dropoffs or cliffs, so we had no idea how big this mountain was. Had we been able to see, perhaps we would have chickened out. Finally, once on Baxter Peak, we were lucky again because the misty fog burned off, and we were treated to views like no others. Simply spectacular. Plus, one of our members almost slid into a large snake on the descent. Very funny to see him shriek. HA!

The Baxter Park rangers were only allowing access via the Abol Trail, making us commit to returning via our ascent route. There were clouds from Tableland Flats and above, but the weather remained relatively warm, even on the summit. This was an unrelenting climb up the rock gully! It took me by surprise.

Route Climbed: Up the Knifes Edge / Down into South BasinDate Climbed: Jun 30, 1999

Maybe longest day of hiking I have ever had and certainly the scariest. I led a group of 10 teeenagers up the mountain. It was sunny to start the day, but clouds began rolling in from the west as the morning continued. Crossed the knife's edge in complete fog (cloud cover) and got to the top of South Peak in the middle of a raging thuderstorm! Only we really were IN the thunderstorm. Try finding cover in a bunch of boulders. In a brief lull we ran over to Baxter Peak (Katahdin) and down into the south basin. No views what-so-ever. Oh well. At the least the ranger was surprised at how quick we made the loop.

Wow. This was my first big mountain climb. The temperature was above 100 degrees, hot as hell. I got ridiculously dehydrated and was sick for a couple days. This mountain is a beast and deserves respect. I will go back again.

I was losing my mind in NYC so I took off work for a few days and started driving. Left NYC at 4pm in the afternoon, and I was by the gate in Baxter at 4 am, just in time to have breakfast and wait to get in and climb. I was one of the first early parties on the summit that day and we had a terrific view. After 12pm, clouds started rolling and visibility deterioriated for those that where there. One of the best climbs in the Northeast, by far worth the long drive.

Dad dropped me off on the southwest side of katahdin, i went up and over, down the knife edge and met him at chimney pond campground. he spent the day happily kayaking around. perfect day, perfect climb, knife edge was fun with fewer people.

Maine's highest mountain, Katahdin, is the centerpiece of Baxter State Park. Comprised of 204,733 acres and located some 300 miles north of Boston, Baxter is unusual if not unique among parks. In much the same way that Grand Teton National Park was assembled and donated by the Rockefeller family in the 1920s, Baxter was assembled by Percival Baxter following his retirement as Maine's Governor in 1925.

What is unusual about Baxter State Park is that its donor stipulated that the wilderness aspect of the park should supersede its recreational aspect and to a large extent this has been honored. The result is a lovely, undeveloped ruggedness and somewhat stringent regulations that some people find restrictive. An example is the process by which campsite reservations are taken. Until recently, you had to show up in person on January 17th to hand in your campsite reservation request at the park headquarters. The system has been relaxed somewhat and a rolling four-month mail-in reservation system is now in place for a majority of the campsites but the town of Millinocket is still the scene, in the dead of the bitter Maine winter, of people camping out in order to secure their place in line.

I stayed outside the park in a motel in Millinocket (sort of Baxter's Jackson's Hole), one of several situated along the main (and pretty-much only) road in town, namely Rt 11/157, called Central Street. Inexpensive, clean and friendly, it was more than adequate with free continental breakfast beginning at 5AM and free wireless Internet access.

Maine is the scene of an environmental and economic tug-of-war between the local residents and the Nature Conservancy. The economy of central Maine is dominated by the paper business and its subsidiary business, lumbering. The next-most important business is that of tourism which includes hunting, fishing, hiking, camping and photography. The paper business has been having a difficult time for years and as a result the local population depends ever more on tourism; and this tourism depends on access to the vast woods that for the most part are privately owned by the paper and lumber companies.

In the early days of the lumber industry, loggers would work all winter cutting timber and dragging it to the frozen lakes where they piled it up on the ice. Come Spring, the ice would melt and the logs would be floated down the streams and rivers to the mills. In the 1960s environmental awareness grew in the United States, with dramatically beneficial results for the most part; one of the new environmental laws prohibited the floating of logs on rivers. In response, the paper and logging companies developed a network of private roads to support the huge logging trucks that they now needed to carry the timber.

In the Millinocket area, the Great Northern Paper company provided the economic life blood for the community, and it fell on hard times. The company changed hands several times, becoming a smaller employer with each name change. At one point it was being bled by its then-owners who mortgaged vast tracts of their land; the Nature Conservancy held the paper on quite a bit of this when the company once more went into bankruptcy. As a result, the Nature Conservancy is now a very large Maine land owner.

However, the Nature Conservancy's objectives do not coincide with those of the locals ... whereas the timber and paper companies were happy to have hunting guides and others use their roads, the Nature Conservancy is not and it has torn the roads up and piled huge boulders on them to prevent anyone from using the roads to access the wilderness. While there is an admirable objective underlying this, the effect on the local outdoorsmen has been hard.

Another factor is also now at work, namely developers. In a spirit completely opposite that of the Nature Conservancy, some other land has been acquired with hotels, houses and golf courses in mind. It remains to be seen how all this will play out. Perhaps in the end a balance will be struck that will help support the local economy and also preserve large tracts of wilderness for the benefit of the environment and future generations of nature lovers. We can only hope.

During the second week of October the leaves are brilliant and the bull moose are in rut with their dramatic antlers in full display (if you can find them; serendipity may play a role but otherwise it's helpful to have a guide to take you to the wild parts outside the park). In 2005 the weather wasn't the best for my climb but it was still a great time to be outdoors in and above the Maine woods.

The "tote road" inside the park forks immediately after the Togue Pond entrance gate and you can climb from campsites on either side of the mountain. I chose the left fork and parked at the Katahdin Stream Campground. The last stage of the Appalachian Trail runs through the campground and its northern terminus is at Baxter Peak, the highest point of Katahdin. The park gate opened at 6:00AM and I was there waiting at 5:45AM, behind several other vehicles.

The climb has basically three stages. The first and third are relatively easy hikes through the woods and over rocks; the middle third is quite difficult, requiring hard scrambling over a vast pile-up of boulders that measure 10 to 15 feet on a side.

You start out in the pine woods, following and sometimes walking in the Katahdin stream. There's a pretty waterfall and the path is fragrant and lovely with pines, birches, maples, sumac and ash. The path mostly runs in deep woods but from time to time you emerge to a view of the vast woods spread below you, all green, yellow and red with ponds glistening like scattered silver. Hiking poles are handy and you will pant and work up a sweat, but the lower third of the climb is nothing any active person couldn't easily accomplish.

The trail is 5.6 miles long and at some point you come to a rock that is marked with "3 M" and an arrow pointing to the summit. You think to yourself, "Half-way done! That wasn't so bad.". By the time you come to another rock marked "2 M", however, you will have gotten a very different perspective on things. Almost immediately after the "3 M" sign, you come out of the trees and are faced with a very steep grade stretching up into the sky consisting entirely of enormous boulders you have to climb around and over. From time to time you come to iron bars hammered into the rock to help you haul yourself up, but for the most part it's hands and feet and knees and elbows. This part of the trail demands excellent hiking boots to provide support and secure footing, and the hiking poles become more of a hindrance than a help.

The "2 M" mark is not the end of your ordeal, you have another 1/2 mile or so to go until you climb out onto the plateau of Thoreau Spring. Here, you are completely above the tree line and the only vegetation is very low mosses, lichen and grasses. Signs implore you to stay on the trail because of the delicacy of these sub-alpine plants.

The climbing from here to Baxter Peak is not easy but it is considerably more so than what you've accomplished. The view from the summit is quite spectacular, if the weather will permit. Looking down the opposite face from the one you've just climbed, you see a sheer rocky precipice with streams and lakes far below and in the distance (see my photo below). To the right, extending into the near horizon, is the Knife's Edge leading to further peaks of Katahdin.

The peak is 5,267 feet above sea level, 4,168 vertical feet above your starting point at the campsite. Reaching the summit is a great achievement but as with all mountains the descent is riskier because you're tired and climbing down backwards is in many ways more difficult than climbing up as you lurch awkwardly head-first toward the abyss. Take good care.

Directions to Katahdin

Take I-95 to Exit 244, Rt. 11/157, to Millinocket, ME

Drive through East Millinocket (with the large paper mill to your left along the river) and then Millinocket

The Baxter State Park headquarters is on the left as you drive through town; you should stop in.

At the far end of Millinocket take a right and then a left (clearly marked with brown Baxter State Park signs) and follow the road to the Togue Pond Gate where you register. Bear left after the gate (the rangers will direct you).

The Appalachian Trail route (called the Hunt Trail by the Park) begins at the Katahdin Stream Campground which has plenty of daily parking if you get there early. Camping in the park requires lots of advance planning; staying in a local motel or cabin is easy and inexpensive.

It's about 325 miles from Boston. An expensive alternative is to fly into Bangor or Bar Harbor and rent a car.